The Legacy of Cain | Page 4

by wisely applied
remonstrance, sincerely penitent for sins committed under temptation
that overpowered him. If his wife had killed him in a fit of jealous
rage--under provocation, be it remembered, which the witnesses
proved--she might have been convicted of manslaughter, and might
have received a light sentence. But the evidence so undeniably revealed
deliberate and merciless premeditation, that the only defense attempted
by her counsel was madness, and the only alternative left to a righteous
jury was a verdict which condemned the woman to death. Those
mischievous members of the community, whose topsy- turvy
sympathies feel for the living criminal and forget the dead victim,
attempted to save her by means of high-flown petitions and
contemptible correspondence in the newspapers. But the Judge held
firm; and the Home Secretary held firm. They were entirely right; and
the public were scandalously wrong.
Our Chaplain endeavored to offer the consolations of religion to the
condemned wretch. She refused to accept his ministrations in language
which filled him with grief and horror.
On the evening before the execution, the reverend gentleman laid on
my table his own written report of a conversation which had passed
between the Prisoner and himself.
"I see some hope, sir," he said, "of inclining the heart of this woman to
religious belief, before it is too late. Will you read my report, and say if
you agree with me?"
I read it, of course. It was called "A Memorandum," and was thus
written:

"At his last interview with the Prisoner, the Chaplain asked her if she
had ever entered a place of public worship. She replied that she had
occasionally attended the services at a Congregational Church in this
town; attracted by the reputation of the Minister as a preacher. 'He
entirely failed to make a Christian of me,' she said; 'but I was struck by
his eloquence. Besides, he interested me personally--he was a fine
man.'
"In the dreadful situation in which the woman was placed, such
language as this shocked the Chaplain; he appealed in vain to the
Prisoner's sense of propriety. 'You don't understand women,' she
answered. 'The greatest saint of my sex that ever lived likes to look at a
preacher as well as to hear him. If he is an agreeable man, he has all the
greater effect on her. This preacher's voice told me he was kind-hearted;
and I had only to look at his beautiful eyes to see that he was
trustworthy and true.'
"It was useless to repeat a protest which had already failed. Recklessly
and flippantly as she had described it, an impression had been produced
on her. It occurred to the Chaplain that he might at least make the
attempt to turn this result to her own religious advantage. He asked
whether she would receive the Minister, if the reverend gentleman
came to the prison. 'That will depend,' she said, 'on whether you answer
some questions which I want to put to you first.' The Chaplain
consented; provided always that he could reply with propriety to what
she asked of him. Her first question only related to himself.
"She said: 'The women who watch me tell me that you are a widower,
and have a family of children. Is that true?'
"The Chaplain answered that it was quite true.
"She alluded next to a report, current in the town, that the Minister had
resigned the pastorate. Being personally acquainted with him, the
Chaplain was able to inform her that his resignation had not yet been
accepted. On hearing this, she seemed to gather confidence. Her next
inquiries succeeded each other rapidly, as follows:

"'Is my handsome preacher married?'
"'Yes.'
"'Has he got any children?'
"'He has never had any children.'
"'How long has he been married?'
"'As well as I know, about seven or eight years.
"'What sort of woman is his wife?'
"'A lady universally respected.'
"'I don't care whether she is respected or not. Is she kind?'
"'Certainly!'
"'Is her husband well off?'
"'He has a sufficient income.'
"After that reply, the Prisoner's curiosity appeared to be satisfied. She
said, 'Bring your friend the preacher to me, if you like'--and there it
ended.
"What her object could have been in putting these questions, it seems to
be impossible to guess. Having accurately reported all that took place,
the Chaplain declares, with heartfelt regret, that he can exert no
religious influence over this obdurate woman. He leaves it to the
Governor to decide whether the Minister of the Congregational Church
may not succeed, where the Chaplain of the Jail has failed. Herein is
the one last hope of saving the soul of the Prisoner, now under sentence
of death!"
In those serious words the Memorandum ended. Although not
personally acquainted with the Minister I had heard of him, on